As we live, we are transmitters of life. And when we fail to transmit life, life fails to flow through us ... And if, as we work, we can transmit life into our work, life, still more life, rushes into us to compensate, to be ready and we ripple with life through the days.
Give, and it shall be given unto you is still the truth about life ... It means kindling the life-quality where it was not, Even if it's only in the whiteness of a washed pocket-handkerchief.
I have long imagined that at some point in the process of creation there must have come a point of stillness and silence after all the chaotic churning and gurgling of lava and rain. In my visioning eye I see this first moment of silence, almost as if I had been there, and the spirit of the mist is there, hovering.
